Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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NO NEWS OF THE EAGLE. 59 hair than her own, and the anxious expression that care and trouble hal given her, mule her seem in redity thirty years older. er jewels had brought her ten pounds—they should have realized a hundred, but Bandola was ignorant of their value, and the broker was an unscrupulous rogue. With fifty dollars, however, and the little she had remaining from her former store, Minerva felt comparatively easy in regard to the future—for some weeks at least. She depended upon the news that Bandola might bring her» The latter was to find her way to the consul’s to deliver the letter into his very hands, and to intimate the extreme caution that was needful in the case. For the first time, Minerva felt comparatively at ease. She was certain of having escaped the notice of Senor Velasquez, and as for Senor Abruates, she did not fear that he could at- ‘tempt to look her up—he was not the kind of man to put him- self to muclr inconvenience, even in a case involving the most important consequences. This case was not to continue long, however. Weeks passed, and “there was no news from the Eagle. Every day Minerva procured the paper, and at last, after a fortnight’s de- lay beyond the usual time, she saw her name in the list of ar- rivals. Now her heart beat gladly—Bandola would come— Was even then, perhaps on her way, and she hummed merrily over her work, save at times when the thought that perhaps , the girl might be the bearer of sorrowful tidings, gloomed her ’ face and saddened her spirits again. Day after day passed, . however, and Bandola came not. In sickening anxiety, Mi- nerfva watched and waited, seated at the little window that Overlooked the narrow street, and afforded a glimpse of the harbor. At last she resolved to run the risk of a visit to the vessel. Tt was not far off, and any change was better than this harrowing dread. Attiring herself in her street “disguise, she passed along by the buildings whose doorways were filled With noisy children, and skirted rapidly-the long, narrow pnas- sage-ways so full of bales and tracks, and busy workmen, till she reached the wharf. The first sight that greeted her eyes Was the ensign of the vessel of witich she was in search. Ea- gerly pressing forward, regardless of the dangers she ran in so crowded a locality, she soon gained the plank that was placed Commicloooks.corn